![]() The bruises on their feet especially impressed themselves quite firmly on their recollection.’īlasted, blood-sucking little witch! If I ever meet you in a dark alley…! Let’s just say they found the experience quite memorable. ‘I met a few gentlemen in London who had the “honour” of dancing with you at a ball or two. ![]() ‘Oh, nothing, it’s just…’ She gave a little laugh. ‘Whatever makes you think that I’m not going?’ Years spent in the company of my aunt had made me an expert. I returned her smile with one just as insincere. ‘What excuse will you give for not attending the Christmas ball?’ My corpse pierced with three dozen needles would have been a much more honest representation of her true artistic vision. She was stitching daisies on a field of green. ‘So, my dear Miss Linton…’ Lady Eveline glanced up from her embroidery and gave me a smile that was just as fake as her needlework. ![]()
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